Betrothed

5 \ her past

Flashback, 4 years ago.
London.

Divya found herself inching dangerously close to climax. Her chest heaved heavily, hot puffs of air escaping her lips in a laboured fashion. She clenched her thighs together, her body trying to push away yet pull closer the man between her legs. Her spine arched slightly as he added another finger determined to make this, one of their best times together.

They weren't together romantically, oh no. She did not do relationships. Attachment of that kind made no sense to her given her circumstance. She had no time for it. She had a man to marry. But she definitely needed to satiate herself. She was after all a young woman. Hence, casual relationships were her thing. They were not time consuming. They did not limit her. There were no expectations. There were no heartbreaks.

Just what she liked.

She did not have long to have fun. She was 21 and only had until 24 before she got married. And she knew what her marriage was going to be like. So, when she came to London having already established with her parents that she was going to live these couple of years on her own terms, she meant it.

"One more stroke and that's it." she mumbled fisting the bedsheet in her palm as his tongue drew patterns.

A couple of restless breaths later, she found the blond guy ascend upwards from between her legs, a teasing smile in place. Divya rolled her eyes seeing him busy himself in placing kisses all over her neck. She placed her palm flat against his chest moving her face away from his.

"What?" he questioned confused at the sudden separation.

She gave him a bored look and continued, "I have a lecture in 30 minutes, there's no time for any of that."

The guy hummed pulling her closer to place kisses on her clavicle. The halfway unbuttoned shirt was proving to be a nuisance and he definitely should have got rid of her inners. He pushed the two half open panels further away to caress some more of her skin when she stopped him.

She locked her legs around his waist trying to get him as close as possible. Clearly, she needed more of those mind numbing ones. She felt him slip in a thumb while his mouth clamped down on her hard nipple.

"We don't have time." she repeated shutting her eyes from all the torture that he was putting her through by making her wait.

He cupped her hard over her moist core, the force causing fireworks to shoot in her head. Then with two fingers still inside her, he flipped her around, pressing her against the mattress, his body weight pushing her further down.

She felt him nudge her legs further apart with his knees and she knew he was finally on the right track. Placing a quick kiss on her nape followed by a strike on her derriere, he entered her in one go.

The sound of skin slapping followed for the next couple of minutes, occasionally interrupted by groans and moans. He busied his mouth muttering dirty incoherences into her, the British accent turning her on further.

He pinched, tugged and teased on her swollen nub, making her shut her eyes as she felt the familiar whirlpool form in her head. Much to her frustration, he got all the way out holding her waist down to make her crave it.

"Get back in, for God's sake."

"Not so quick, darling."

"Oliver, that is plain cruel. You need to-" Before she could finish the sentence, he pushed right into her, the tightness overwhelming the both of them. Her head dropped down on the mattress as he continued ramming into her. Soon, she found herself breathless, whispering his name as he came into the latex.